Life begins at 60?
Since I retired I have become a writer, flower arranger,judge for Yorkshire in Bloom assisted in and presented on a local radio station, volunteer on an allotment for adults with disabilities and help to run a social enterprise with profits going to mental health charities etc etc
I live in West Yorkshire and spend much of the summer at the Yorkshire coast.
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B is for Bread
piece was written for and will be aired next week on a monthly programme called
The Deli, which I help to produce for a local radio station www.elfm.co.ukPerhaps a strange choice for
the last day of the festival of Passover during which I have not eaten any!
My father owned a delicatessen, before
they were in vogue. I remember
having to get up first thing on a Sunday morning, no matter how late we'd
been out the night before, to empty boxes of bread which were delivered by
at least four different local bakeries. These large, wooden tea chests with
strips of tin to hold them together were left outside his shop early in the
morning full of bagels, bread cakes and rolls, small and large white
loaves, pumpernickel and sweet and sour loaves. Our hands were sore and
splintered from emptying the goods on to shelves and into drawers.Just thinking about it evokes the aroma
of freshly baked dough competing with that from the salami, pickled meat
and herring.All our customers had
their favourite baker and preferences - soft bagels, well-done bagels,
bread cakes with poppy seeds or without, and we knew what all our customers
wanted before they even asked.
At home, we ate the bread, bagels
and rolls made by my mother; tin loaves for weekdays, plaited for the
Sabbath and round ones for festivals. Her baking was the envy of our friends,
who loved to sample it straight from the oven.She issued the same warning every time -
“you’ll get indigestion” – but we neither knew what that was, or cared.However, when it came to taking our
packed lunches to school, we used to wish that our sandwiches were made
from the evenly cut, thin slices of shop-bought white bread cut into
triangles that everyone else brought.